my sister used to fear that a slender fox would scale our house creep through the window on a moonless night, pause– then pounce in the startled silence to gobble her up utterly false, of course foxes, orange and gorged walk right through the damn door brash, in broad daylight clutching an invitation claws retracted,... Continue Reading →
my daughter is describing India the contours of its shoreline and just like that I'm off to the backwaters of my brain searching for the capital to impress her there, forgotten facts float like waxy apples, resisting my efforts to retrieve them thrashing in the dark scattering this way & that until, triumphantly– New Delhi!... Continue Reading →
it's March and the white sun is a soft pearl, veiled behind a swath of bluegray here below the fields are empty the trees, inscrutable there is nothing much to see so, close your eyes open your ears, listen-- in the stillness you will hear a whispered warble in the distance
I had hoped to be an intellectual to astound all with my impressive grasp of the French Revolution, the Second Viennese School and James Joyce But I am a sieve knowledge pouring through pooling for a moment then retreating in a swirl into the inner expanse irretrievable So, there's nothing left to do but peel... Continue Reading →
for Bayla the world is waking like an old dog in fits and starts, cattails emerging as matted fur damp from mud white has melted into pale green and there are warm, earthy smells if you stop, attend to the rushing wind rise on aching bones stretch and shake race me, headlong through the empty... Continue Reading →
warning: mild spoilers I'll begin at the end. As The Revenant came to a close, my dad leaned over to me and whispered something about the reverent atmosphere as people noiselessly began to rise and leave the theater. I nodded in agreement. We stayed through the credits, listening as the music unwound in plaintive strings,... Continue Reading →
Taking some time off this summer from music and all things digital. I hope to release my recent recordings for solo cello at some point this fall. Here's to summer break!
Poem for a rainy day, one of my favorites by Walt Whitman...And who art thou? said I to the soft-falling shower,Which, strange to tell, gave me an answer, as here translated:I am the Poem of Earth, said the voice of the rain,Eternal I rise impalpable out of the land and the bottomless sea,Upward to heaven,... Continue Reading →